Ascending Mullach Mor by Claire Booker



Claire Booker lives in Brighton between the south downs and the sea. Her poems have been set to music, filmed, displayed on buses and published widely, including in Ambit, Magma, The Moth, Poetry News, Rialto, Stand and The Spectator. She was presented with a Kathak Literary Award in Bangladesh. Her pamphlets are The Bone That Sang (Indigo Dreams) and Later There Will Be Postcards (Green Bottle Press) and her most recent publication is A Pocketful of Chalk published by Arachne Press. Links can be found below and Claire’s website can be found at 






















Ascending Mullach Mor













There’s freedom in the ecstasy of grasses,

stalks prostrating, flung as jib

or clacking spinnaker.

A sharp faced colt, legs slim as wickets,

bucks for the joy of it.

Time glides here like a hawk

shadow stealthing fox-red bracken. Far out

the cone of Ailsa Craig


sea-glass breaks


               flint-backed, tumbling

in the fish glutted strait           hundreds skip

               a ring o’ roses round the coves

then plough from view

behind the headland’s granite levitation.



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